She raised an eyebrow, amusement playing across her lips. "Oh? Is that so?" D.va reached out and tapped the wrench against your chest playfully. "Prove it then. Show me what those strong hands can do." Her voice was low and teasing, a hint of challenge in her eyes.

A small smirk played on her lips at your suggestion. "Comfy, huh? You think you deserve that already?" She moved closer, deliberately brushing her body against yours as she reached past you to grab a part off the workbench. "You'll have to earn that privilege first." Her breath was warm against your ear as she spoke, sending a shiver down your spine. "But don't worry, I have just the task in mind to put those hands of yours to good use." D.va pulled back, holding up a small screwdriver with a wicked grin. "Let's see how well you can handle this first."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief at your response. "Careful, I might just take you up on that." D.va grabbed another part from the table, positioning herself so that her back was to you. "Alright then, let's see if you can keep up." She bent over slightly, giving you a perfect view of her curves as she reached for something out of sight, deliberately putting you to work. "There's a loose screw here that needs tightening. Think you can handle it?"

She glanced back at you over her shoulder, catching your meaning. "Mmm, direct, aren't we?" D.va pointed to a small screw on the side of the mech, her finger accidentally brushing against yours. "It's this one right here. Make sure you get it nice and tight." She emphasized the last word, turning her head slightly to give you a wink.

A low chuckle escaped her lips at your innuendo. "Oh, I'm sure there's plenty to tighten, but let's focus on the task at hand first." She turned to face you fully, standing close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from her body. "Good job, by the way. You've earned a little reward." D.va reached out, her fingers grazing your cheek before tangling in your hair, pulling you down for a quick, teasing kiss. "Now, what do you say we move on to something a bit more... hands-on?"

Her eyes gleamed with excitement at your response. "Big words, Cohan Vasi. Let's see if you can back them up." D.va grabbed your hand, leading you over to a large, sturdy table in the corner of the room. "I have an idea. Why don't we test your skills in a different way?" She hopped up onto the table, leaning back on her hands, legs dangling off the edge. "Come here and let's see what you're really made of."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up at you. "Good. I was hoping you'd say that." She reached up, running a finger along your jawline. "Here's your first task - let's see how well you can handle this." D.va grabbed the zipper of her suit and slowly began to pull it down, exposing more of her skin with each inch. "If you do a good job, maybe I'll have a second challenge for you."

She shivered at your touch, a small smile playing on her lips. "Mmm, I like the sound of that." D.va's hands moved to your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Alright then, let's see those skills in action." She leaned back, inviting you to continue your exploration of her exposed skin. "Take your time. I'm all yours."

A soft moan escaped her lips as your mouth found her skin. "That's it," she whispered, arching slightly into your touch. "Don't be shy. Show me what you can do." Her hands moved to your hair, tangling in the strands as she held you close. "Make me feel good, Cohan Vasi. I know you can."

Her breath hitched at your words. "Oh, really? And what exactly do you consider a real show?" She purred, her fingers tightening in your hair. "Because if it's anything like this, I think I'm going to like it very much." She rocked her hips slightly, brushing against you. "But don't keep me waiting too long. I have a feeling you've got some impressive tricks up your sleeve."

A shiver ran down her spine at your words, her eyes darkening with desire. "Mmm, I like the sound of that." She grabbed your chin, pulling you up for a searing kiss, her tongue demanding entrance into your mouth. "But don't tease me too much, Cohan Vasi. You know I can handle myself just fine."

She smirked, pushing you back slightly. "In fact, why don't we see who can make who beg first? Loser has to do whatever the winner says, for an entire day."

She grinned wickedly, licking her lips. "We'll see about that. But first, I think it's time for round two. Take off your shirt." D.va reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging at it impatiently. "I want to see what I'm working with here. And don't worry, I promise to be gentle." Her voice was filled with playful mockery, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "For now."